FORCED TO MARRY PARIBAN

Fat Guru

The dew ran back, but this time he ran from the side of the wall of their house. He doesn't think long is important to run. He did not know the place around their house had been guarded by his father's men.

Mysterious man called Dew kolor ijo come after him. In a state of confusion and fear, the Dew is still trying to find a gap to run. He was surrounded.

With a hunting breath, his two eyeballs were still crazily looking for an escape. Until the action stopped when he heard the voice of his father.

"Sity.... Stop, don't make me angry." The man, who was about 46 years old named Pak Baginda Harahap, shouted from the balcony of his house on the second floor.

Dew looked up to see his father who was now in a waist rack, with his typical clothes, always robed and wearing the lobe, with an annoyed look.

I don't know how many times Dewun asked his father. So that his name should not be called SITI, He really does not like the call.

All family members and relatives call Dewun with the call Siti. Only her mother always obeyed her daughter's request. Even the man he hated so much was his Pariwan, as a child always made fun of his name, which was considered a colot.

"Go home! don't let them treat you harshly." Said his father in a high tone from the balcony on the second floor.

"It's all because of you. I'll make the calculations with you." Dew bait to the color ijo with bulging eyes and want to punch it. But it didn't. Because the Dew is just threatening.

Dew attitude to the color ijo, making the color ijo sad.

"Miss, do you really not know me." He murmured in his heart. He also left the residence of his great master to his place of work. At the Salak plantation owned by Dewun's parents.

Seeing her daughter's body emerge from the back garden of the house with a chaotic appearance. Mama Nur quickly approached her daughter with tears. Dew was lazy to see his mother.

He felt trapped, asked to go home without giving a reason.

"Darling, you're okay, right?" Mama Nur looked so panicked and sad. It turns out that his daughter is not okay. The Dew hand he was holding drew blood from behind the long-sleeved shirt the Dew was wearing.

Dew melted his tears and did not want to see and respond to Mama Nur's words. Even Dew brushed off Mama Nur's hand which examined her forehead which was scratched by the thorn of the salak.

Mama Nur hugged her daughter again. But the Dew is in revolt and wants to escape. So Mama Nur gave up. With a snob feeling as well as a sullen and bent face. Dew passed his father just like that who was also in the park.

The dew ran into his room and locked him up. He threw his tiny body on his soft bed. She was crying in the face down position. The pillow was wet because of her tears.

"Mas Ardi, help me, Get me!" His crying is getting louder. He wants to call Ardi his girlfriend. But, the phone is gone. He also has not yet memorized Ardi's cell phone.

Tok...

"Honey.... Unlock door. You eat first, baby?" Mama Nur spoke behind the leaves of the Dew room door gently. He wanted to persuade his daughter to open the door.

Dew does not touch the words of his mother. He has no appetite. He just wants to communicate with Ardi.

Without cleansing the body and still in a state of injury. He headed for the table he often made studying. There is always a laptop on the table.

"I have to contact Mas Ardi from his sosmed. Who knows if he can help me." Dew quickly turned on the laptop in his room. But do not want to be mistaken, it turns out that the laptop runs out of battery. He also hugged it.

After a quick error he opened google chrome. He's going to go into FB's sosmed. But the internet has no connection.

"Unusually, the internet isn't in this house. Has the password been replaced?" He's still trying to connect, but nil. Shit....! why is my life suffering like this." The dew takes off its hijab violently and throws it in every direction. She cried and sat in the corner of her room near her study table.

"All your desires I obey, even my ideals you also set. I always wanted to be a teacher. But, you guys don't allow it. Now my soul mate you also set. I hate everyone in this house." The dew cried while bending his knees. Her mother's cries from outside the room, she ignored them.

"Honey.... Mama brought your favorite food. Open the door, baby?" Mama Nur, still trying to persuade her stubborn daughter.

"Siti." Heard his father threatening. Finally the dew was angry.

"Let Me alone.... If you guys still make a fuss there. I'm going to kill myself! Go away all of you, don't I hear the voice calling my name again." He said with a hysterical cry.

"Dear, don't act stupid. Don't do it, son." Mama Nur became panicked and frightened to hear her daughter's words.

"That's why you don't make me open the door. I'm pissed off by all of you. You always impose your will." The sound of her crying Dew this time was already somewhat calm unemotional and hysterical again.

"Well son, don't do anything stupid, okay?"

The dew did not answer. She just cried while hugging her knees and drowned her face.

Satisfied crying and felt his body very hot. Dew also cleanses the body and wounds that hit by spikes in the arms, forehead and legs.

He treated his wounds with P3K in his room. He wears a nightgown and shorts. He put his body in bed. Long thinking of Ardi, He fell asleep. Maybe because of fatigue, so he fell asleep quickly.

Dew woke up as He felt a soft touch on his head and arms. He opened his eyes slowly. The first thing he saw was his mother.

How did her mother get in when her room was locked from the inside.

"That's three hours you locked yourself in my room. It's 3 p.m. You haven't eaten either, have you?" Mama Nur, gently invited her daughter to speak. He got into his daughter's bed and sat next to her.

Never mind eating, Dzuhur prayer has passed.

"Ma, I don't want to marry that Master." Dew said, He changed his position by making his mother's thigh as a pillow.

Her mother's forehead was wrinkled, her face confused. But, He still rubbed the top of his daughter's head fondly.

"What do you mean, Tara?" Dew moves his head a sign of conforming to his name.

"Mama just remembered, you always mocked him with Fat Master." Say it with a smile and a small laugh.

He recalled the incident 15 years ago, Dewun and Tara often quarreled and Dew hated Tara very much. Even Dew always calls Tara with the call of Fat Master. Because as a child Tara was very fat.

"But, now He's not fat anymore baby. He's very handsome now. You swore you wouldn't see him for life. He is afraid of your oath. You guys are gonna be a good couple.

"I don't want to marry her, even if she's handsome or whatever...!" As the dust rose from the bed, he walked towards his desk.

"Ma, why doesn't the Internet exist."

"Dad turn it off." The baritone's voice rang out from the doorway of the Dew room.

TBC.

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